Smyrna times., 1887-12-21
CHAPTER I.

CHAPTER I.
On summer morning young man
sat on a bench in the green circle call
ed Union Square, in New York city.
The seat was wet with dew. 1t was
that smoky hour in the morning when
the city is getting its early breakfast.
Men were hurrying to their work in all
directions. You could hear the halloos
Of the milkman in the side streets.
The cool shadows lay across the damp
streets, still wet with dew. The sun
was not yet up over Long Island, but
his rays touched the top of Grace
church spire and made it golden.
By the side of the young man sat a
young woman. She nestled very close
to him, not so much because she was
chilly with dew, or because she wanted
to cheer and comfort him. She had a
thin shawl around her shoulders. and
a little black chip hat with merrigold
in 1t but her bronze hair bulged out
on her neck. Her beautiful face was
marked with the sad lives of a young
mothers fight with adversely.
The young mans SLOUGH hat was
pulled over his eyes. His hands were
thrust in his pockets. He presented a
picture of mOrose despair. Tney were
husband and wife, and they had sat
there all night.
The woman was pleading with him.
Her mouth was close to his ear. and
her tones were soft and coaxing. So
close, that in one of the pauses she
kissed him on the cheek as if to make
her words effective, and then feeling
the cold moisture on his face, she wip-
ed his cheek off quickly and softly
with her handkerchief.
What's the use Nellie" he said.
you are only pretending to be stout
hearted to keep my courage up. We've
got to the last fight. Here we are.
turned out of house and home; hungry
and almost helpless. God knows I've
tried hard enough. Why, you know I
would lie down here and die for you if
1t would make you comfortable and
happy. But 1 tell you its no use.
Gods against us. It's fate. What's
the use of binding ourselves to it.
There's no chance for me, little
woman"
She hushed him tenderly. What's
the use of talking that way, Jack ?"
she said. "Tm not hungry and if I
was l would laugh at it, but when you
talk that way you break my heart"
And she gave a little involuntary sob.
Then, as if afraid her weakness would
undo her words, she said: 81 know
you're hungry and discouraged. A
woman does not feel these things like
man, dear"
The unconscious irony that touched
him with a grim significance, which
made him shudder.
No." he said, "a great hearty man
feels it more than a delicate, little
woman who hasn't been out of sick
bed a week. That's it Nellie. If il
wasn't for you I'd go down to the river
and bury my sorrow in its bosom.
She put her hand out from the shawl
and put it quickly and softly over his
mouth.
jack" she said, with a tremble in
her voice, we've stood up together
and faced life's changing tide all these
years. Don't break down now. The
day is dark to us, but tomorrow NAV
bring a little sunshine. Let the bow
of hope bind and arch our hearts closer
together. You want to see me happy.
don't you ?"
do l." he said suddenly. 81 can't
fight against fate, Mel"
Keep your spirits up then, and I'll
be happy" she said, YOU'RE losing
your head don't do that, my dear. It
makes me very, very sad"
Just then man got up from one of
the benches on the opposite side of the
walk, and left penny paper lying on
the grass. She saw it, and with a
spring that startled her companion,
she made a dash for it getting there
just ahead of a man in his shirt sleeves.
Selling it triumphantly and returning